Stephen kind of missed drunk-Asher. He was nicer, even as he was calling Stephen an idiot. Who knew how that worked.

"Thank you for the concern over my ass, Asher," he said as calmly, as sanely, as possible. "It's very touching."

All his crap was back on the mattress, still in piles. He really didn't want to bother with it. Ever. So instead he walked over to Asher and pointed at the apple.

"You gonna eat that?"